Come with me on my creative journey
- huetrue
- Feb 14, 2023
- 1 min read
My creative process: Describing the indescribable
There is a resistance to tell a story so big that it does not fit my mouth.
Words are needed to learn and understand but I have had a resistance to resize the truth just so it fits my comprehension or someone else's for that matter.
What wants to be told is bigger than me and yet very simple, just like the mountain flower sitting where it is sitting.
There is a resistance or is it perhaps a disinterest in the mundane ways of perceiving things.
Am I rebellious for wanting to allow the big be big and the small be small and let the mountain flower be what it is and sit where it is sitting?
The cold wind surrounding the flower speaks for itself.
The colour of the petals speaks for itself.
The cracks in the mountain which allow the roots to grow, speak for themselves.
And the unbearable silence speaks for itself.
Because you see what others don't you'll be seen as rebellious.❤
That "unbearable silence" is accusatory. Leave me alone, love me, look but don't take, I don't have need of you, we fear that you will look too closely and take us home to sit in a jar of water on your kitchen table for two days until we make the water obscene. The colours that you give though, Nathalie, are deep in the psyche of those of whose ancestral blood and sap flowed into the North Sea, so I love them and hate them because they remind me of a home that is in the bone. I am not in that home. Contadictory. Thank you for what you do.